DASH THE REMAINDER
In high times, way over the town, I managed
just once to look down - nothing new to see,
I saw. Two trucks were idling at the light, and
a scrum of people stood idle. It seemed all
covered by smoke. Every storefront showed
something different. I came back and
realized it was all reflection.
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My fingernails have grown long enough
to scratch the real surface of things, and so
much new information comes through. I
am like the discoverer, Marty Magellan,
not doing much except floating. My mind
is a sea, and every intention is a sail.
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